whiskey, smoke and aces high

It's too bad. When did it get cool to be so sad? We're spinnin' backwards, did we all go mad?
Yeah, we're only human but w?'ve got hands and hearts and noses,
So stop and sm?ll the fucking roses

Ronin's thrust pushes a shivery gasp from Remi's lips that he quickly sips back, filling his lungs. "I think I have some idea." He counters with a crooked smile. As his lungs fill and the muscles of his upper back shift, the foliage that has been crosshatched into his skin begin to shimmer with a faint sheen of sweat thanks to the press of their bodies.

Almost distractedly, one of Remi's eyes cracks open as he steals a glance to the side, wondering why the warmth against his hip has suddenly disappeared. "Oh, I—" He gasps breathlessly, as Ronin's fingers close around his cock. The words disappear from his thoughts as the pressure of the mechanic's fingers seem to mirror the movement of their hips, flooding Remi with a bright whirlwind of sensation.

Raising himself up on one knee slightly more than the other and leaning back into Ronin, Remi's lips part to form words that go unsaid, as his eyes drift half-open toward the ceiling. "Like that," He manages on the exhalation of a gasp. "Fuck, like that." It explodes behind his eyes and near his sternum like a flood of colour that paints everything in the same tones. Remi and Ronin might not know each other well, but the musician is finding it shockingly easy to fit against him in a way that makes his breathing grow ragged and his heart thunder.

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